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There are a few films that even after you see them , they leave you pondering, as if you bring along a piece of the characters with you and “ #AAMIS” is one such movie for me and I could not stop myself from writing about it. It is not a typical review of the movie, but an expression of how I felt as a movie goer. #Aamis starts with an ordinary premise of a girl meets boy romance, where love is exchanged between glances , unspoken yet felt. The background score , the locales all transport us to a world of love where the audience can sink in the love blooming between the two lead protagonists- Suman, a young PHD student & Nirmali,a married doctor with a pre-teen son, where emotions are flooding but kept restrained.   No other film has spoken so beautifully about forbidden love in the parochial eyes of the society, as does Aamis. It reminds me slightly of a Bengali song once heard- “ Preme pora baron. ” (It’s forbidden to fall in love.)The movie catapults into ...

Have you ever flown a kite? That pretty little thing That dances with the wind- Isn’t it a beautiful sight? To see the flurry of colours on the canvass of blue, Over yellow field and lush green hue. Today I see this red one fluttering high. All the others have flown by- Maybe to be caught on the branches of a tree Or dangling on the antenna of the neighbour’s TV. Or maybe have fallen on the ground, No longer bound, By that string that holds it. But all my hopes are pinned on this red one, The one that is still flying, Fighting all insurmountable odds that threaten its being- The strong gush of wind that is blowing, Is not able to lay it down , nor snap its string. It uses the wind in its stride to fly higher, And it shall come down only to meet its flyer. Doesn't this remind you of us? Two lovers living apart, Meeting only to again depart. Holding on to this invisible string,that emanates from us. A yarn of trust and love, that spans a thousand yards. Wh...

POSSESSED Cupid strikes you at times unaware and unabashed, Swooning you off your feet, giving wings to your dreams. That fateful day in March that I saw him, I knew my heart was singing a new hymn. The days seemed brighter, the cricket sang merrier. There was magic in the air, and breeze in my hair. Never did the bougainvilleas bloom with such bright a hue, The sky never seemed as blue. I knew he was the one that plucked the strings in my heart, For in his eyes I could see oceans of hope and desire. In his voice is a lisp , that I could never miss. And all I wanted for,was him to be mine. He flowed in my veins, my thoughts and fantasy His gaze, his smile, drove me to ecstasy. He was my drug, my sweet poison that engulfed me both in and out. He owned my heart, my being, my entirety, I was a lump of flesh and blood, but only this, For the soul was not mine,but his, And I lay possessed-by his charm and his feel. Its been three years since then, And today I have hi...